They told my this hole in my heart
was God-shaped or girl-shaped
or coin-shaped or globe-shaped,
but what if the hole in my heart
is just a speck on their eye
and what they see as incomplete
is whole beyond their unforgiving I.
and I am the only one with
nothing more and nothing less,
an eye shaped eye, a heart shaped heart
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